Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.

ENDORPHINATIONis so much more than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.

Monday, December 10, 2012

INTEGRATION BOOTCAMP, INC.﻿

To those of you out there who are enduring the venomous psychic napalm attacks from friends and family, sometimes coming out of left field, you are not alone. As many of us break with traditional interrelationship patterns, tribal cohesiveness is disrupted. When one projects empowered authenticity, the new exception to the rule is that your empowerment will threaten the masses who flock in safe numbers, huddled together fearing the adventuring beyond the unbroken circle.

The new paradigm emerging comes with a price tag: it's called Integration Bootcamp, Inc. . Many are summoned to undergo intensive catabolic carbonization. Yet, few can endure the cauldron of individuation when it gets too hot in the kitchen. For sure, facing repressed shadow material of the psyche is no vacay. But, someone's got to do it.

Achieving psycho-spiritual integration can't be attained by attending Sunday school once a week. Neither will going to group-sing kumbaya weekend retreats nor reading the latest "secret" recipe book give you the keys to the Emerald City. An escapist conviction that by repeating the "happy mantras" alone, try as one might, just won't completely pray the muck and guck away. One is inevitably brought to the kneecaps, prostrate, face to face with the blood and guts of solitary, personal "salvation", addressing deep repressed wounds of the individual's membership within the collective. What did Jesus and all the other avatars do?

Change does not come with the enchantment wave of a magic wand. There is the dialectic of thesis, antithesis, creation and destruction to contend with before new forms of synthesis take shape. Have you ever observed a super highway under construction?

Remain calm, "50-50 fire and ice". Breathe in prana. Stay in your center of beingness. When the emotional, psychic geyser feels as though it's about to erupt---and, it will---practice patient compassion before gouging a loved one another cavity.

"Social processes always cast strong shadows. The individual is never certain of being safe among his/her (tribe), once the process of individualization---with its negative aspects, competition, social aggressivity and greed---forces the breakdown of the organic tribal state of wo/mankind during the archaic ages." ~ Dane Rudhyar

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EPIPHANY: TRANSFIGURATION: WHY I AM WHO I AM

I must have been 5 years old, because I recall sharing a bedroom with my younger brother, 4 years my junior. He slept behind retractable bars in a crib. My twin-size bed was positioned parallel within whispering distance, the headboard situated under a rather large window festooned with curtains, sheer and diaphanous.

Except for a streetlight two houses down, there was no errant light around outside. Thus, if especially unsleepy, which was most every night, I would either kneel on my pillow, elbows propped on the sill---or, I could lay supine, neck hyper-extended and peer out into a magical star-speckled sky, drawing pictures by connecting the twinkling dots. The comforting chorus of nocturnal creatures, concealed amidst the phantasmagorical landscape, enchanted my eardrums--a drone, an incessant, yet soothing night-music lullaby, coaxed me to sleep, drifting out beyond the stars.

On one of those star-trek nights, cast adrift in the Orphic Realm, my bed transformed into an interplanetary craft and I experienced one of the first of many to follow OBEs. Except this was an epiphany---though, at the time, my young, imaginative mind construed the numinous event like something akin to Dorothy being whisked away to the Land of Oz.

It was an angelic visitation in technicolor splendor, broadcast in high definition widescreen. In short, I witnessed an avatar of a previous martyred incarnation. Attired in a black tuxedo, arms outstretched as if crucified, the body was suspended overhead at a 45 degree declination.

The sky was refulgent, the multiverse flood-lit with glorious unified light is how I would describe it today. Yet, to the wonderment of this child, the body continued to ascend heavenward, an out of sight transfiguration, borne aloft by celestial, respendent light pixelating into millions, billions, trillions of white doves...

Jost

I am an eternal seeker of the numinous and mystical. Possessing a penchant for couture and culture, I like to think outside the box. The Golden Rule has always been a guiding proverb. Off the beaten path, you would find me eager to revel in magic and adventure.

NUN ASCENDING, Assisi, 1999: Jost van Dyke

APHORISM

All the life-changing golden opportunities, every narrow escape disclosing a providential detour, prayers seemingly unanswered, wishes coming true at a precise intersection of longitude and latitude, bravely marching onward to a unique beat of miraculous systolic rhythm has led you to where you're sitting at this moment in time and space, NOW.